| Index |
Chapter 1 Dedface Inc. |
Chapter 2 Journal Entries |
Chapter 3 Downloads |
Chapter
4 Guest's |
Chapter
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| February 09, 2005; Sunday You know, I was looking through my journal last night, and it just pissed me off, I started getting angry with myself. All I ever wrote about are the things that make me miserable now. They are full of memories I no longer want to posses. Fuck writing a journal. That's what my memories are for. They naturally block out the bullshit I don't want to remember. |
Would know me broken by my master teach thee on child of love hereafter into the flood again same old trip it was back then so I made a big mistake try to see it once my way drifting body its sole desertion flying not yet quite the notion into the flood again same old trip it was back then so I made a big mistake try to see it once my way into the flood again same old trip it was back then so I made a big mistake try to see it once my way am I wrong? have I run too far to get home have I gone? and left you here alone am I wrong? have I run too far to get home have I gone? and left you here alone if I would could you? |